I think the only time I camped was with my girl scout troupe. We made little stoves out of tin cans to cook our Chicken Tonight, and nearly caught the pine-needle-strewn forest floor on fire. Hated scouts, hated camping.

I’ve NEVER gone camping. EVER! And I really want to before I die. Someone take me camping! I want to make a fire! I want to sleep in a tent! I want to roast marshmallows over a campfire! I want to be scared of being eaten by a bear!!

Growing up we took lots of long walks in the woods and when my sister was born when I was 2 years old, my parents asked me where I wanted to take her first and I told them Jockey Hollow (a forest area in NJ) so on her 2nd day of life, we went for a walk in the woods. And a bird pooped on me.

Dad took my sister and me to Summersville Lake (WV) when I was about 10. My sister would have been 7 and she tried to waterski. She fell, right away of course, and didn’t let go! Dad was dragging her face-first in the water for a while while I guiltily laughed. I liked that trip.

The first camping experience I remember vividly was when my dad had to drive a race 300 kilometers away, so my mom, dad, sister and I spend the night in a four person tent which in its own was okay. But during the night I discovered that I apparently suffer from severe claustrophobia, so I did not close an eye the whole night as I kept waking up all the time in a panic. I also refused to let my mom close the opening of the tent because I felt better when I could touch the grass. Oh and did I mention that is was pouring rain and thundering all night.

Suffice to say I did not enjoy it.

But I have since sort of come to terms with camping and will not fight anyone inviting me along on a trip.

I was wondering if you ever thought of changing the structure
of your website? Its very well written; I love what youve got to say.
But maybe you could a little more in the way of
content so people could connect with it better.
Youve got an awful lot of text for only having one or two pictures.